A small town with a lot of history, and dangerous secrets. Some say parts of it are haunted, even possessed. A variety of creatures roam the small town, from fairies to shapeshifters to vampires. What lies behind closed doors and roads that dead end?

Good as New is located in the heart of Mauderville. It is a thrift store of sorts, selling used merchandise at a respectable price. In the glass window, clothes are displayed on broken mannequins and furniture is arranged in front of a yellow sheet. Peter does his best to reel in customers, but selling used items is a hard business. Most people refuse to purchase something with a history.

The walls are covered in shelves, which are decorated with various knick-knacks. Many of the items are donated, others are traded, some are exchanged for cash. Furniture is piled in the center of the room. The more valuable items are stored behind the counter, either in the safe or in the display case.

Paxton wandered in and went straight to the desk. "That Washburn in the window, how much do you want for it?" He asked the man.

Peter peered at him through a pair of thick lenses. "Three hundred." He grunted.

Paxton started to protest, but caught himself. "Fine." He reached in his back pocket for his wallet and pulled out three hundred dollars. He set it on the counter and glanced up at the man. "That better come with the case."

Peter went to the window to fetch the guitar. He tucked it away in the case and handed it to Paxton. "Have a nice night."

Paxton nodded and headed out the door. He stopped, noticing a flyer taped to the wall. He ripped it off and stuffed it in his pocket.

*simarah entering* Simarah walked into the small shop and looked at te man, "how much are you asking for the acoustic in the window?" she asked, getting out her wallet. The man offered a smile, "$250." He said, getting it or her. Simarah handed him the amount in cash and smiled, "thank you," she said and walked out. ((simarah to main.))